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Example: When Alphonse read McGill's memo this morning, he coughed up a throat slug right into his oatmeal.
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Geography student: Looking forward to next month's trip to the Imbabura volcano in Ecuador to collect samples for my thesis.
Alphonse: Sorry to be an aushole, but McGill University now forbids travel to Northern Ecuador for research.
Geography student hiccurps, kicks the bumper of his stanker, and goes: Shankers---Someone ought to dope slap that poop muffin at McGill.
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Political science student: We are studying Canada's doghog support of the USA-backed coup in Haiti. My professor is organizing some interviews with political prisoners there.
Alphonse, sucking on his Copenhagen snuff: Geez Louise, I hate to break your water, but Haiti is on McGill's blacklist.
Political science student turns pale, pebbledashes quickly to the toilet, and deposits a shiny hannah montana in disgust. One week later, she transfers to the University of Waterloo and becomes a second rate mathematician.
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Mechanical engineering student: Yippety doodle, I won the best paper award at the Fifth Fuel Air Explosion Conference to be held in Bali this coming August.
The local brainiac, partially chonged:
Big whoop,
another rubber chicken conference run by ugging cockocrats. Anyway, the Provost has decided that no McGill student can go there.
Mechanical engineering student kwazimodoed everywhere, and while tele-pooping with his mom, he iTurded his cell phone. When he retrieved his iTurd, he accidentally found his sister's sockodile.
A month later, he helped himself to a Jim Jones cocktail. McGill's research on fuel air bombs continues without him.
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Guy 1 in the gym: Who is that shrinkled geezer with the crinkle dick?
Guy 2: The etard over there? He is the tormental McGill sheister who plotted Operation Chicken.
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